Chapter 1129
Other daughters cling to their fathers, but Little Huahua clings more to Ye Xingguang.
"Let me do it, it’s fine, she’s not heavy." After all, she was a strong woman.
Bai Lanwu came out of the house: "What’s going on? Why does Little Huahua look so listless? Is she not adjusting to her first day of school?"
"No, Mom, Little Huahua grew a mermaid tail at the school swimming pool and now she’s running a fever."
"Ah? This..."
Bai Lanwu watched her daughter carry her granddaughter upstairs and anxiously followed: "Should we call a doctor? Doctor Chang took your dad for a walk in the estate. I’ll go ask him to come over. She’s got a fever, why didn’t you take her to the hospital?"
Ye Xingguang, experienced, replied: "Mom, it’s okay, I’ll handle it. I had this happen when I was little too, let’s try to bring the fever down with some physical methods first."
Bai Lanwu still felt sorry for her granddaughter: "Then I’ll go make some lean meat porridge for Little Huahua."
"Okay."
Ye Xingguang carried Little Huahua to the master bedroom and lay down with her, holding her close as she slept.
She remembered when she was young and faced this situation, she’d just nestle under the covers and sleep. It was probably a physiological discomfort response that a nap would alleviate in an hour or two.
Seeing Little Huahua’s sweet, sleeping little face in her arms, she suddenly thought of herself as a child. Back then, what she most wanted was for her mother to hold her while she was feeling unwell.
The longing she hadn’t received from her mother in her childhood, she now gave to her daughter, and it felt strangely like a form of redemption.
Ye Junqing tiptoed in, sitting beside the mother and daughter. His long fingers gently brushed away the strands of hair sticking to Ye Xingguang’s face, and he spoke softly: "What are you thinking about?" View the correct content at free.w e bn.ov(e)l(.)com.
Ye Xingguang whispered: "I feel like my daughter is healing my childhood. When I was sick as a child, I really wished my mom would hold me like this. You go ahead, I’ll stay here with her."
Ye Junqing remained motionless, his large palm gently stroking her hair: "You keep your daughter company, I’ll keep you company."
Watching her tenderly care for their daughter, Ye Junqing felt regret: "It’s a pity that when you had a fever as a child, I couldn’t hold you in my arms like you do with Little Huahua." free\we\bnov(e)(l).com
She laughed: "We didn’t know each other back then."
Ye Junqing felt even more regretful, even though they both lived in the capital, back then he knew Xia Ye Zhao but hadn’t met her.
"Do we still have any regret pills left?" noveldrama
Ye Xingguang spoke softly, not wanting to disturb her daughter: "What for?"
"Give me one, so I can go back to when you were little, hold you while you were sick, and comfort you."
Ye Xingguang said: "I don’t even know which day I had a fever as a child, besides, I wasn’t good-looking then."
Ye Junqing’s eyes were full of charming warmth as he gently pressed his forehead against hers: "Who said you weren’t good-looking? In my eyes, no one is more beautiful than you."
"That’s because I turned from an ugly duckling into a swan now. If you saw how dark I looked as a kid, you wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me." Her voice inadvertently revealed a hint of insecurity.
Ye Junqing couldn’t stand to hear that and got up to search for the regret pill, knowing she had a spare hidden away, rummaging through: "Where is it? I want to go and tell young Qiongqiong how beautiful she was."
Ye Xingguang said: "Don’t change the course of our lives, when you come back, everything will be different."